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She had a rolling eye,
It’s fellow it had none,
Would ye know the reason why?—
‘Twas because she had but one.
With her winks, &.c.
Now he was tall and slim, She squab and short was grown, He look'd—just like a mile inlength, And she, a short mile stone With her winks, &c.
Soon he led her to the church, The beauteous Mrs Flinn, Who a walnut could have crack'd ‘Twixt her lovely nose and chin, With her winks, &c.
A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd When he laid her under ground, Soon he threw the onion from his eyes, And touch'd—ten thousand pound. With her winks, &c.
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